There once was a writer from Spain
Whose career was going down the drain.
His wife was Basque
And a plumber whose task
Had been to keep him afloat with no pain.
Category Archives: Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Lady of Pain”
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Monday morning writing joke: “Limerick as a second language”
There once was a poet from Shanghai
Who wanted to give limericks a try.
But instead of sounding naughty
Or even slightly bawdy,
They sounded like the code of a spy.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Body of work”
There once was a writer of note
Whose writing barely kept him afloat.
Good and bad
He was a naughty nautical lad.
His body of work had taken on some bloat.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Write it off”
There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who was sure he could write it all:
Poetry or prose,
Essays about his toes.
But his tax checks always had a shortfall.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Shaggy Dog Story”
There once was a dog who could write.
She did so most every night.
The shaggy dog stories she told
Were not very bold
And didn’t have much of a bite.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Forward leaning”
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer Extraordinaire”
There once was a writer extraordinaire
For the less talented he did not care.
Then one day
His ghost writer gave him away
And credit with his mom he had to share.
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Monday morning writing joke: “A writer from Saskatchewan”
There once was a writer from Saskatchewan /
Who wasn’t sure he could still catch one /
He gave a good chase /
In a world of bodice and lace /
But his writing, like his love life, had come undone.
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Wolf packed”
There once was a woman from Tangier /
Who had a wolf on her head, it appears. /
It would not go away /
Not even on Thanksgiving Day. /
He said, “By Christmas, I’ll have eaten you, my dear.”
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Paper trail”
First brother digs around and pulls out all sorts of material from the storage area: “Bro, you want this pamphlet?”
Second brother: “Brochure.”
Later two women come across a stack of the pamphlets and brochures scattered on the floor.
“Look at this mess those two brothers left.” Pam reaches done to pick up some of the mess, but then pulls back up and grabs at her lower back.
Julie: “Pamphlet me get those.”
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke
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